ترانه:
Feeling Left Out Last But Not Least

Mouth bleeds the shade of red I won't ever taste your lips Those "cotton candy" kisses of death Last but not Least I won't ever touch your skin Just one last touch but

My Mouth bleeds the shade of red I won't ever taste your lips Those "cotton candy" kisses of death Last but not Least I won't ever touch your skin Just one last touch but

don't like Eazy, get it out, a real word, ya' can't learn this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin'

But I can't help it I'm a fiend Lotion and magazines is what I'm left wit I step witout my pride To the toilet And laced my palm wit honey and almond But

home and tell wifey that you're not in the mood But then the game got stale and your face grew pale When you came home early that day feeling ill Stepped

homie least i ain't gotta cry no more no more feeling sad homie y'all know trae got my back he gon' look out for my people God leave me not in temptation

drop, but don't die Tie weights to my legs And give it another try Still coming think of something, I speak I'm not feelin so hot let's go for it next

security Out the door, but we don't quit WAIT UP!, "Let's start some shit" I got a shot-gun, and here's the plot Taking niggaz out with a flurry of buck

am the least of these So cut off my arms and break off my legs So I don?t feel this anymore Choking on all of the feeling That I?m swallowing in Tasting